System Of A Down: What's golden

Check it out now...I work the pen to make the ink transformOn any particular surface the pen lands onThe camera stands on, what's the beef?The Cooley High cold chief high post techniquesI drape off poetic landscapes and shapesIllustrate the paper space off the pens that paintThen design what have a National Geographic a magicWith Taylor made status and plus favored is automaticWe're not ballingWe take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'We holding onto what's golden[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*We're not balling, or shot callingWe take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'We holding onto what's golden[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flameBig rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the sameNo name, use fame, strictly new to the thangWe stay true to the game and never bring it to shameWe tight like dreadlocks or red fox and rippleWe pass participles, and smash the artist in youThe saga continues, this I won't get into'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we beenthroughYo...We still the same with a little fameA little change in the household name but ain't too much changedWe in the game but, yo not to be vainI refrain from salt grains to season up my nameWe entertain for a mutual game from close rangeSteady aim, drum at your head to hit the brainI'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollarWork for mines pay me by the hourHip...HopMusic [a bunch of times]Yo...Well, it's the verbal Herman MunsterThe word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floorI been in dark places, catch you when you stark nakedYour heart races as we pump you for your chart spacesThe taut taces be bringing these hot styles throughSome of you bum a few chairs from shock valueWord power can plow through acres of cornfieldsParagraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...